Luna's Cuddle Dungeon

by CategoricalGrant


Crime: Hubris...and Also the Visa Thing, Again

“Well well well,” cackled Michael the human maniacally as Princess Luna stepped gingerly into his cuddle cell. “What do we have here? The princess is back to be dominated with cuddles again, hm? I knew you couldn’t keep away.”
Princess Luna bit her lip and looked down at the padded floor. “I have to keep facing you to build up my power. E-eventually, I will become stronger than you. I have to, for the safety of Equestria.”
Michael cackled. “The power may have driven me insane, but I love it!” Grinning, he leaned forward in his chains. “You cannot ‘train’ yourself through me, Princess. It will be the end of you!”
Princess Luna nodded to the observation window, and Michael’s chains were released. He fell to the floor at first, but soon stood up slowly, his cackling becoming louder and louder.
“I-I’m ready for you!” Princess Luna declared shakily, closing her eyes tightly together.
“We’ll see about that,” Michael spat, walking up to Princess Luna and reaching a hand behind her ear. He began to vigorously scratch at the space, using his fingernails.
“N-no!” Luna cried, the tip of her tongue protruding from her mouth in ecstasy. “I will not be d-defeated, so long as you don’t start rubbing in little circles!”
“You witless pony princess; you have revealed your weakness!” Immediately, Michael’s hand motions transitioned to a pattern of tight circles.
“O-oh no, I-I can’t…” A noise that sounded like a snort came from Princess Luna. “I-I can’t…”
Princess Luna collapsed into a fit of aggressive chuckles. “I can’t keep this up anymore.” Standing up straight, she glowered imposingly at Michael and grinned wickedly.
“Huh?” Michael asked, his face betraying the slow onset of panic. He rubbed behind Luna’s other ear, and then both at once, to no effect. Kneeling down, he ran his fingers under Luna’s barrel and down to her upper belly.
“Pleasant, but unfortunately ineffective,” Luna scolded. “Your impudence knows no bounds; did you truly believe that the likes of you could defeat the most skilled cuddler in this world?”
Michael sputtered wildly, but was unable to form any sort of coherent response.
“And now you kneel before me. How fitting!” Princess Luna pushed Michael over with a firm jolt of her hoof and promptly laid herself on top of him. “Now you will be punished for your arrogance and questionable immigration methods!”
Michael was vaguely aware of Luna’s hooves over his limbs, her supple tummy resting on his, and her wing’s feathers gliding effortlessly over what little skin he had exposed. Mostly, however, his brain was preoccupied with the chest floof pressed firmly against his face.
Princess Luna began wiggling after only a few seconds, the incredibly soft hairs of her coat brushing against Michael’s face and causing sensory overload in his brain.
“I…I…” he mumbled into her coat as his consciousness began to falter.
“What, are you going to faint?” Luna asked mockingly. “Go ahead and do so! I rule the realm of dreams and will simply cuddle you there! Death is the only escape from your punishment, and I am not so merciful as to grant it to you!”
With another few circles of Luna’s chest, Michael lapsed into fuzzy, blissful unconsciousness.


Later, Michael’s eyes fluttered open to see Princess Luna’s hooves in front of his face. He had no idea how long he had been out, but from how warm and fuzzy he felt, it was clear that Luna had cuddled him. His memory of the time he spent comatose was fractious, but something told him that she had made good on her promise to cuddle him in his dreams, as well.
“Well, well! Look who is finally awake.”
Michael summoned up an inordinate amount of energy and turned his head to look up into the stern (but very cuddly) face of Princess Luna.
“You have faced the consequences of your crime, and survived,” she explained to him, regarding his limp body with a degree of satisfaction. “Perhaps now you will be so careful as to not challenge your betters to contests of the body and soul.”
Michael looked back up at her blearily. “M-more…more cuddles?” he stammered back roughly, as if he was a patient just out of surgery.
Luna shook her head and tutted in disapproval. “Your punishment was severe and swift. There is no reason to mangle your body further, especially if you want it. That goes twice when you have done nothing else wrong.”
The gears in Michael’s head turned quickly as he contemplated his next move. Grasping onto an idea, he slowly turned his head towards the observation window. “Hey…Hey guard! You’re…you’re ugly.”
A soft buzzing noise filled the room as Papaya Sunrise pressed down the button to talk from inside the booth. The noise continued for a few seconds as he contemplated his response.“Well, that was rude,” he finally said.
“Yes, indeed!” Princess Luna agreed, moving to stand over Michael imposingly. “And it is deserving of more punishment!” she added with a smile.
Michael smiled too, and for the next hour he was absorbed into warm, fuzzy bliss.